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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MMRXo6fyp7ImA9WhRaFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:31:24.417-05:00</updated><category term="economy" /><category term="Fashion" /><category term="Personal" /><category term="Tech" /><category term="LVMH" /><category term="Rant" /><category term="new york city" /><category term="Obsession of the Day" /><category term="I Love" /><category term="Paris" /><category term="Music" /><title>Goodbye, Stranger</title><subtitle type="html">Personal Blog About Life in the Luxury Industry</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/jaggedlittlethrills" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="jaggedlittlethrills" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QMQnw8fCp7ImA9WxFVE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291.post-5132961867313578293</id><published>2010-06-12T03:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T04:29:43.274-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-12T04:29:43.274-04:00</app:edited><title>A Love Song to a Polar Bear</title><content type="html">On our flight over to Croatia, my friend Jeff decided that we should all watch Planet Earth during dinner. Now, Jeff is the kind of guy who is a 30 something, athletic, all-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; version of Bill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Maher&lt;/span&gt;- one of those assholes who you can't dislike. Jeff is that friend who will suggest a group Halloween theme, and then call dibs on the sluttiest costume. Last year our theme was "movies", I went as Max from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where the Wild Things Are&lt;/span&gt;, he went as a Spartan warrior from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were watching Planet Earth, Jeff turns to me and asks, "So how is your 11mpg gas guzzler?" To which I responded, "How is your Porsche Cayenne Turbo?" I know- princess fight. But the thing is, Jeff is such an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;asshat&lt;/span&gt; that to retain his moral high-ground, after he bought his SUV, he bought a Toyota &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Prius&lt;/span&gt;. The only time I've ever seen him drive it has been to pick up the Cameron &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Diaz&lt;/span&gt; celebrity types who love the environment. If you know me, you'd know that I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Prius&lt;/span&gt; drivers who put themselves on a moral high-ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My argument against it is this: every decision we make in our purchases says something about the way we want to present ourselves. That's the key to being a great marketer. Apple knows that people who buy their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MacBooks&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;iPhones&lt;/span&gt; have a message they want to send out that they're "youthful, creative, and hip". Your voice is: "It doesn't matter that the iPhone doesn't have a lot of core features, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; fresh and outside-the-box and so am I." The most important aspect of Apple's production development doesn't rely on them being technologically advanced-- it's that the products are instantly recognizable. Starbucks, the makers of the most overrated coffees in the world, knows that their iconic cups are the image that aspiring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fashionistas&lt;/span&gt; absolutely need, so every year around fashion week, PR interns will wait half an hour for a cup of whatever pretentious blend is sold to ironically look the part of a productive, overworked fashion insider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, people who buy the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Prius&lt;/span&gt; are saying "I care." It doesn't matter that the electricity powering the cars most likely comes from charcoal powered stations that contribute more to greenhouse gas emissions than an average purely gas powered vehicle does. No one really buys a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Prius&lt;/span&gt; for it's performance, you don't hear the commercials tauting the superior handling or razor sharp road response, we only see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cartoonish&lt;/span&gt; drawings of a happy earth. And it's just so superficial. In my Corporate Social Responsibility class, we learned that the assembly factories that paint the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Prius&lt;/span&gt; in Japan contribute more pollution than the entire production and assembly operation of Ford and GM combined (loopholed by the Kyoto Protocol). So in theory, each &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Prius&lt;/span&gt; contributes equal or greater pollution than a F150 pickup truck over the life of the vehicle. The real message I see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; a self-righteous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Prius&lt;/span&gt; driver pats themselves on the back is "I care to look like I care".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon landing, Jeff had his assistant get rid of his Prius.&lt;br /&gt;You live to see another day, Polar Bears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346946984318671291-5132961867313578293?l=jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/5132961867313578293?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/5132961867313578293?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-song-to-polar-bear.html" title="A Love Song to a Polar Bear" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMFQX8-eip7ImA9WxFXEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291.post-5135014454636392056</id><published>2010-05-17T12:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T17:56:50.152-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-17T17:56:50.152-04:00</app:edited><title>Flight Cancellation</title><content type="html">Flight back to NYC has been delayed by 3 days due to the Ash clouds. I will miss the conference for the SENS Foundation, but I'm taking the train to Paris as I'm typing this post so I will be reachable via work for the next 2 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346946984318671291-5135014454636392056?l=jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/5135014454636392056?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/5135014454636392056?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/2010/05/flight-cancellation.html" title="Flight Cancellation" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYCSHg4fSp7ImA9WxNXEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291.post-5833550868906779507</id><published>2009-09-28T03:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T03:16:09.635-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-28T03:16:09.635-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title>My Columbia Law School Essay- That actually got me Accepted</title><content type="html">With fashion week going on, I was reading through some of my old documents to get away from the 'fashion world' for a bit and I found an essay I had written for law school. I wrote the following essay for Columbia Law when I was an undergrad and after I already received an acceptance from my first choice law school. So I decided to write something that was as "true" to myself as possible and let the chips fall where they may. Spoiler: I ended up getting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the moment I decided that I wanted to be a lawyer. It was the summer of my freshmen year in college. I was in Paris for my internship with Chanel. Did you know it’s really pronounced Sha-nelle? I didn’t and I can’t begin to tell you how that put me at a disadvantage when I first started! So here I was, lowly college student in Gap khakis and a button up shirt going for the American-casual (read: affordable) look standing next to a 5’10 size 0 girl named Zeesa (seriously, I couldn’t make this stuff up), who was wearing something Donetella Versace sewed together at the last minute before a soiree (I’m really using this story to illustrate all the fancy words I know and can use as a future lawyer) at Elton John’s summer getaway in Lake Cuomo, in other words Zeesa was looking a hooker-chic, and on the other side of the room was Clark, an androgynous man with a James Dean obsession puffing on cigarettes, each delicate breath bringing him closer to his idol. Wanting to befriend my new coworkers, I offered them my sushi, which they firmly rejected much to no one’s surprise, so we sat in silence as I ate my sushi and watched them brunch on cigarettes and Evian- the diet of champions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the designer and as I’m told- God, came in. His name is Karl Lagerfeld but he preferred that we called him Uncle Karl, I just called him “Karl” to avoid any confusion about what type of relationship “Uncle Karl” and I were fostering.  We’re told that he is picking models for his Spring collection so obviously we’re going to go watch. Zeesa, Clark, and I run (not walk) over to the showroom floor past the throngs of models propping themselves up by the wall practicing their “fierce” face. We manned our stations, Zeesa called models in, Clark gave them directions, Karl watched, and I asked inane questions. Well oiled machine. In case it’s not apparent at this point in the story, I’m definitely not as fashion-conscious as Zeesa, Clark, or Uncle Karl so everything intrigues me.  Eventually Karl’s business partner gives me each model’s look book so I can critique their editorials and ad campaigns. I really didn’t have anything to say as at the time, I did not subscribe to my issue of “catty comments weekly” so every model’s book was “good” or “fine” while Clark was so astute as to point out “urgh! She has a beauty mark near her buttcrack, that is sooo not cute” for a particular model- totally something James Dean would say. Then the golden It Girl model of the moment walks in and the room lights up. She’s booked on the spot but there is one complication- she will not bleach her hair due to another show’s request that her hair remain dark brunette. Suddenly the seemingly Disney-fairytale ending we created in our minds went kaput. No one knows what to do and the stress is mounting. People are yelling in French and Italian, and I am wishing I listened to my mom when she encouraged me to buy Rosetta Stone before coming here. It is at this point that I realize this industry truly is as superficial as people think. To end the stress, I ask “How about we give her a package she can’t refuse?” “What would that be?” Karl asked back, “Have her drop from the other shows. Let her open or close ours. And book her for your ad campaign- that is more publicity and money than she would be getting otherwise.” The room goes silent, then suddenly cheers and a roar of applause is heard, I (apparently) just invented the concept of “exclusive booking”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by now you are thinking two things “this guy tells amazing stories” and “I can’t connect this to why he wants to be a lawyer.” Well here’s why I wanted to be a lawyer at that exact moment: because I just did. There is no special life-changing experience or a manifest-destiny at play, there are moments where things just click and I just thought at this moment that “I would be a great lawyer and should pursue this.” If I can work with Zeesa and Clark, then I can work with any motley crew of cut throat lawyers, and if I can make a room of angry fashion insiders give me a standing ovation then there is no jury I can’t sway, and if I’m clever enough to screw another company over just for the short-term pleasure of gaining one model for my company, then maybe, just maybe I have that certain je ne sais quoi that all successful lawyers have which makes them both loathed and envied. Besides, I used the word “buttcrack” to tell a story about why I want to be a lawyer, can you imagine how awesome I will be during mock trial and Socratic debate? I rest my case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346946984318671291-5833550868906779507?l=jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/5833550868906779507?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/5833550868906779507?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-columbia-law-school-essay-that.html" title="My Columbia Law School Essay- That actually got me Accepted" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAASH0zfCp7ImA9WxNRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291.post-3406396795533964101</id><published>2009-09-08T13:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:25:49.384-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-08T13:25:49.384-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fashion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new york city" /><title>Fashion Night Out- September 10th</title><content type="html">&lt;object id="flashObj" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0" width="404" height="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/35188425001?isVid=1&amp;amp;publisherID=17216871001"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="videoId=35231136001&amp;amp;playerID=35188425001&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com"&gt;&lt;param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="swLiveConnect" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/35188425001?isVid=1&amp;amp;publisherID=17216871001" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=35231136001&amp;amp;playerID=35188425001&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" swliveconnect="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" width="404" height="410"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Yorkers, mark your calendars for September 10th! We'll be kicking off this year's New York Fashion Week with a citywide program called Fashion Night Out. Exciting and diverse events will take place, ranging from the Olsen twins bartending at Bergdorf to Alexander Wang teaching shoppers how to do the proper runway walk. My former company, Gucci will be handing out free NYC Save Fashion T-Shirts, while champagne will be on hand at most high-end boutiques. Check the list below to see the events I will be attending and what we have planned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FENDI&lt;br /&gt;677 Fifth Avenue (between East Fifty-third Street and East Fifty-fourth Street)&lt;br /&gt;New York, NY 10022&lt;br /&gt;(212) 920-8117&lt;br /&gt;www.fendi.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fendi will celebrate the creative platform of design by highlighting the Selleria Collection, which is made by hand. We will present the first Peekaboo handbag from the spring collection. Artisans will be on sight for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARC JACOBS&lt;br /&gt;163 Mercer Street (between Houston street and Prince street)&lt;br /&gt;New York, NY 10012&lt;br /&gt;212-343-1490&lt;br /&gt;www.marcjacobs.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo exhibition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARC BY MARC JACOBS&lt;br /&gt;403-405 Bleecker Street (at West Eleventh Street)&lt;br /&gt;New York, NY 10014&lt;br /&gt;212-924-0026&lt;br /&gt;www.marcjacobs.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your candid photo taken on a special Marc by Marc Jacobs set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUIS VUITTON&lt;br /&gt;1 East Fifty-seventh Street (at Fifth Avenue)&lt;br /&gt;New York, NY 10022&lt;br /&gt;(212) 872-2000&lt;br /&gt;www.louisvuitton.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extended shopping hours and book launch of the special edition Louis Vuitton: Art, Fashion and Architecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARMANI / 5TH AVENUE&lt;br /&gt;717 Fifth Avenue (at Fifty-sixth Street)&lt;br /&gt;New York, NY 10022&lt;br /&gt;(212) 339-5950&lt;br /&gt;www.giorgioarmani.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience the luxury of the world of Armani at Armani / 5th Avenue with&lt;br /&gt;extended shopping hours. Receive a complimentary glass of Prosecco while&lt;br /&gt;shopping the Fall Winter 2009 Collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YVES SAINT LAURENT&lt;br /&gt;3 East Fifty-seventh Street (at Fifth Avenue)&lt;br /&gt;New York, NY 10022&lt;br /&gt;212-980-2970&lt;br /&gt;www.ysl.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the occasion of Vogue’s up-coming Fashion’s Nights Out, Yves Saint Laurent will officially launch its new bag: the ‘Roady’; the ‘Roady’ is the 7th iconic bag of the house and has already been released worldwide in press thanks to the Fall/Winter 2009-2010 ad campaign and editorials. ‘Roady’ is a large hobo bag available in different skins with a chic leather and metal handle. For this special night, Yves Saint Laurent will recreate a chic parisian atmosphere in its boutiques with a great selection of music and cocktails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUCCI&lt;br /&gt;725 Fifth Avenue (at Fifty-sixth Street)&lt;br /&gt;New York, NY 10022&lt;br /&gt;(212) 826-2600&lt;br /&gt;www.gucci.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gucci is pleased to support Fashion’s Night Out in New York. The Gucci Fifth Avenue Flagship and Madison Avenue stores will host in-store events from 6 to 11 p.m., serving cocktails and Gucci chocolates. All guests who attend the Gucci events will receive a limited-edition Fashion’s Night Out T-shirt, while supplies last. In honor of this initiative, Gucci will make a special donation to the National September 11 Memorial and Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss out! Let me know if you will be at any of these events.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346946984318671291-3406396795533964101?l=jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/3406396795533964101?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/3406396795533964101?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/2009/09/fashion-night-out-september-10th.html" title="Fashion Night Out- September 10th" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQMQH86eCp7ImA9WxNSGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291.post-1591369405669352090</id><published>2009-09-03T09:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:26:21.110-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-03T09:26:21.110-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Obsession of the Day" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new york city" /><title>Obsession of the Day: Ice Cream Sandwiches</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Sp_AIVd9OmI/AAAAAAAABO0/zTWuGEOiAMo/s1600-h/2901651531_b7c27dab5d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Sp_AIVd9OmI/AAAAAAAABO0/zTWuGEOiAMo/s400/2901651531_b7c27dab5d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377227729537940066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the fruitta and gelatos I've consumed in Italy, traversing the cobblestone streets of Rome and Florence; I'm more than slightly bitter to be back to the grind of the big city- away from the tourist lined streets filled with cafes, eateries, and gelato hole-in-the-walls that I have called home for all of two very enjoyable weeks. Five hours into my arrival in Manhattan, I got the itch for a cool-summer treat and with my gelato palette spoiled by Italy, I knew I had to find something more 'American'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Sp_A6BYFbeI/AAAAAAAABO8/w9K2qZmUzHk/s1600-h/20080624-icecreamsam-ronnybrook2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Sp_A6BYFbeI/AAAAAAAABO8/w9K2qZmUzHk/s400/20080624-icecreamsam-ronnybrook2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377228583138061794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter the Ice Cream Sandwich: two slices of a baked good (cookies, brownies, bread, etc), stuffed to the brim in the center with ice cream. If Gelato is the treat of choice for Italians (and Summer tourists), then Ice Cream Sandwiches are New York City's answer. The City provides ample variety so your ice cream sandwich can be wedged between crisp dark chocolate waffers or raisin oatmeal cookies, or it can be bigger than your fist or the size of a Palm Pre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Sp_B9cTVPyI/AAAAAAAABPE/c9sSPWhpF5Q/s1600-h/20080624-icecreamsam-larte2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Sp_B9cTVPyI/AAAAAAAABPE/c9sSPWhpF5Q/s400/20080624-icecreamsam-larte2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377229741417119522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorites include (ironically) Strawberry and Mokaccino gelato on Brioche, which comes at $6.50  at L'Arte del Gelato. Though for more adventurous palettes or more refined palettes, I recommend my favorite flavor combination: Nutella and Pistachio. The gelato absolutely melts in your mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Sp_CuNEKhKI/AAAAAAAABPM/6A-5I9Bsto8/s1600-h/20080624-icecreamsam-jt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Sp_CuNEKhKI/AAAAAAAABPM/6A-5I9Bsto8/s400/20080624-icecreamsam-jt2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377230579140560034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also a huge fan of the Ice Cream Sandwiches served at &lt;a href="http://www.mrchocolate.com"&gt;Jacques Torres&lt;/a&gt;, which serves different options on different days, though my favorite is the roasted banana ice cream over their signature chocolate chip cookie- available for just $5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're visiting New York City or if you live here- check out an Ice Cream Sandwich to beat the heat and humidity during this (still) summer season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346946984318671291-1591369405669352090?l=jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/1591369405669352090?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/1591369405669352090?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/2009/09/obsession-of-day-ice-cream-sandwiches.html" title="Obsession of the Day: Ice Cream Sandwiches" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Sp_AIVd9OmI/AAAAAAAABO0/zTWuGEOiAMo/s72-c/2901651531_b7c27dab5d.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QCRX08eCp7ImA9WxJaFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291.post-649709096463261440</id><published>2009-08-05T21:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:16:04.370-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-05T21:16:04.370-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I Love" /><title>I Love: The Killers- Romeo and Juliet (Dire Straits Cover)</title><content type="html">I love 80's music, especially if they're from British bands like Dire Straits. I was thrilled to hear The Killers tackle a cover of their hit Romeo and Juliet, which I consider one of the most heartfelt, imaginative, and truthful songs written. Watch below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/87cLyBR1JTo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/87cLyBR1JTo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346946984318671291-649709096463261440?l=jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/649709096463261440?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/649709096463261440?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-killers-romeo-and-juliet-dire.html" title="I Love: The Killers- Romeo and Juliet (Dire Straits Cover)" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IBRXs7fSp7ImA9WxJaFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291.post-1527726752462366753</id><published>2009-08-05T00:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:12:34.505-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-05T00:12:34.505-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I Love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title>I Love: The Advocate Cover Story on Obama</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SnkFT-19YzI/AAAAAAAABN0/D4WF24awJso/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SnkFT-19YzI/AAAAAAAABN0/D4WF24awJso/s400/obama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366326271833629490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to read this article when it comes out. As some of you might recall, during his campaign as a Presidential Nominee, Obama made lots of lofty statements and promises regarding his stance on LGBT rights (&lt;a href="http://www.advocate.com/news_detail_ektid50021.asp"&gt;read here&lt;/a&gt;). Since his term began, he has done little in the way of standing by his promises. He's kept quiet over many important events such as the passage of the unconstitutional Prop 8 in California, and the later court ruling to uphold the decision. I'm very frustrated by Obama not just in regards to the LGBT area of inaction but with what I perceive to be little substance all around in his term thus far. He's made many rookie mistakes where he should have been more tactful, and he's been a little too indecisive in areas where he needs to make his voice heard. Do you agree, or am I just impatient with the progress of "hope" and "change"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346946984318671291-1527726752462366753?l=jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/1527726752462366753?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/1527726752462366753?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-advocate-cover-story-on-obama.html" title="I Love: The Advocate Cover Story on Obama" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SnkFT-19YzI/AAAAAAAABN0/D4WF24awJso/s72-c/obama.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AHRHk4fip7ImA9WxJaEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291.post-471688298930303212</id><published>2009-08-01T02:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T02:55:35.736-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-01T02:55:35.736-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fashion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title>Arrived in Brazil</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SnPlez5MeoI/AAAAAAAABNc/PB5oya6RK0A/s1600-h/269637586_2eaa71e28e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SnPlez5MeoI/AAAAAAAABNc/PB5oya6RK0A/s400/269637586_2eaa71e28e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364883898617330306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazil is beautiful! The energy in the community is so vibrant and the mix between the urban metropolis and scenic natural settings is just breathtaking. I wish more hotels would find their way here, but I enjoy how noncommercial it feels here at the same time. Heading off into the rural area tomorrow for a shoot with some models. It's a secret location that Caroline Trentini knows a lot about. Will keep you all updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-E&lt;br /&gt;Sent via BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346946984318671291-471688298930303212?l=jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/471688298930303212?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/471688298930303212?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/2009/08/arrived-in-brazil.html" title="Arrived in Brazil" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SnPlez5MeoI/AAAAAAAABNc/PB5oya6RK0A/s72-c/269637586_2eaa71e28e.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YDSHs6eip7ImA9WxJaEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291.post-484249752059608478</id><published>2009-07-30T15:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T02:46:19.512-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-01T02:46:19.512-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I Love" /><title>I Love: eBoy</title><content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SnH1QNz-ohI/AAAAAAAABNU/FVUm7vyNoOQ/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FZWNiLW55LXYyLTAxay5KUEc%3D%3F%3D-735937"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 424px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SnH1QNz-ohI/AAAAAAAABNU/FVUm7vyNoOQ/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FZWNiLW55LXYyLTAxay5KUEc%3D%3F%3D-735937" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364338290109358610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I've just finished commissioning a eBoy production pinball machine for my TriBeCa pad. To those not familiar with his work- eBoy makes colorful birdseye city space/pop culture pieces such as this pic of Manhattan (which I've used as the wallpaper on my Palm Pre for the past two months). Check him out at: &lt;a href="http://eboy.com/"&gt;http://eBoy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent via BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346946984318671291-484249752059608478?l=jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/484249752059608478?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/484249752059608478?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-eboy.html" title="I Love: eBoy" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SnH1QNz-ohI/AAAAAAAABNU/FVUm7vyNoOQ/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FZWNiLW55LXYyLTAxay5KUEc%3D%3F%3D-735937" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIFSXcycCp7ImA9WxJbGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291.post-8540671752145717565</id><published>2009-07-30T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:25:18.998-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-30T11:25:18.998-04:00</app:edited><title>Advocate Interview Snippet</title><content type="html">Interviewer: Let&amp;#39;s get playful, if I took your phone and ran through your phonebook- who would I be surprised to find?&lt;p&gt;Me: Ok good question, let me think. (Pause) It&amp;#39;s between Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa and Leo Giamani. &lt;p&gt;Interviewer: Really? Interesting company!&lt;p&gt;Me: A politician and a porn star. The American Dream right?&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346946984318671291-8540671752145717565?l=jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/8540671752145717565?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/8540671752145717565?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/2009/07/advocate-interview-snippet.html" title="Advocate Interview Snippet" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMHRn89eSp7ImA9WxJbGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291.post-2128704926934839206</id><published>2009-07-29T14:47:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:40:37.161-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-29T15:40:37.161-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I Love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fashion" /><title>I Love: The Archive, San Francisco</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SnCcckLn3_I/AAAAAAAABMs/F-dKyNp7m5Y/s1600-h/14_P1050615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SnCcckLn3_I/AAAAAAAABMs/F-dKyNp7m5Y/s400/14_P1050615.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363959170760957938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are always curious about where those who actually work in the luxury industry like to shop. Besides clothes I receive from labels, or clothes I'm contractually obligated to wear for work-- I personally like to wear clothes from more esoteric, low-key designers such as Martin Margiela. One of my favorite stores to peruse for good finds is &lt;a href="http://www.archivesf.com/" ref="tag"&gt;The Archive&lt;/a&gt;, located in San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SnCcyOO7kSI/AAAAAAAABM8/Jsrxu67GW9g/s1600-h/P1050641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SnCcyOO7kSI/AAAAAAAABM8/Jsrxu67GW9g/s400/P1050641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363959542826373410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Archive was started by David Becker, and it is home to some of the rarest pieces in Men's fashion in the US. If Louis Vuitton, Yves Saint Laurent, and Gucci are the only labels you'll wear- this isn't the place for you. However, if you get more excited over emerging, cutting-edge brands that offer one-of-a-kind pieces like Nice Collective, Julius, BBlessing, and Rick Owens-- you will realize that this is a fashion-insider's paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SnCcnqNCObI/AAAAAAAABM0/_H2D7rM7Xck/s1600-h/1_P1050569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SnCcnqNCObI/AAAAAAAABM0/_H2D7rM7Xck/s400/1_P1050569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363959361356052914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store is very non intimidating and even has a modest feel- which I love because it's a complete contrast with the treasure trove of clothes and accessories that are carried in the store. I love the atmosphere in the store, you definitely won't find arrogant and off-putting employees, instead you'll find people who genuinely are excited about fashion, eager to help, and who want to share their knowledge with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SnCiAdcLlrI/AAAAAAAABNE/Uw5sy6yWgLw/s1600-h/StorephotoMarch09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SnCiAdcLlrI/AAAAAAAABNE/Uw5sy6yWgLw/s400/StorephotoMarch09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363965284984788658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you start to browse the selections, you'll understand what makes this store so unique. Not only are the selections rare and cutting-edge; but you actually feel excited for menswear. Unlike a lot of stores, where high-end men's fashion usually translates into a Prada V-Neck-- this store has daring selections and artistic pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SnCjR3kprJI/AAAAAAAABNM/C3JEV1-_bwI/s1600-h/5_P1050604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SnCjR3kprJI/AAAAAAAABNM/C3JEV1-_bwI/s400/5_P1050604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363966683569040530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whether you can afford to spend $1000 on a suit or not- this store is worth checking out. Even in my nonworking college days, I would make the trek into San Francisco and play in the store. From a fashion-beginner standpoint back then, it was such an educational experience. Now, it is every bit as exhilarating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346946984318671291-2128704926934839206?l=jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/2128704926934839206?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/2128704926934839206?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-archive-san-francisco.html" title="I Love: The Archive, San Francisco" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SnCcckLn3_I/AAAAAAAABMs/F-dKyNp7m5Y/s72-c/14_P1050615.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEHSHk5eyp7ImA9WxJbGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291.post-7997596229554964340</id><published>2009-07-28T14:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:10:39.723-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-28T14:10:39.723-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music" /><title>Music: The Killers- Human LIVE</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qyUEYolgs8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qyUEYolgs8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to watch their performance at the MTV Europe Music Awards a while back to understand why they're sick. Keep in mind this isn't even a music video, it's a live, one-go take for their track &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Human&lt;/span&gt;. When you're not in awe of how amazing their stage show is, listen to the actual lyrics- best writing/interpretation of a poem I've seen from any modern artist by far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346946984318671291-7997596229554964340?l=jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/7997596229554964340?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/7997596229554964340?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-killers-human-live.html" title="Music: The Killers- Human LIVE" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYMRngyfyp7ImA9WxJWFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291.post-3866302887696098523</id><published>2009-06-22T12:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:53:07.697-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-22T13:53:07.697-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title>Iran: It's All About Truth and Human Rights</title><content type="html">Twitter has been aflutter recently from being at the center of the Iran Election. Suddenly the phrases "Iran Election", and "Tehran" are leading as Trending Topics- while campaigns for users to change their avatars to a green overlay to support democracy in Iran have taken off in a mass-movement. My Twitter account that chronicles my career as a Finance Director at LVMH (as well as other pursuits in investing in various labels, shows, and brands, etc.)is mainly about just that, but few people know I actually graduated with a 3.98 GPA from a top university in the US- taking many courses in Political Science and History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Sj_ACp4-_tI/AAAAAAAABKk/9LLqP9JXQWw/s1600-h/green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Sj_ACp4-_tI/AAAAAAAABKk/9LLqP9JXQWw/s400/green.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350206034176573138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My take on the entire Tehran protest and Iran Election in general is quite conflicted. I want to make it clear that at the end of the day, I support Human Rights and the social engine of democracy in letting everyone be heard. Based on evidence, ranging from decreasing total votes to percentages that  I do believe the elections to be rigged. However, I'm willing to await this verdict until conclusive results from the investigation can be gathered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A red flag certainly arises based on the rhetoric of the US government. The 'freedom' it talks about needs to be closely examined because this is the same rhetoric used during the 20th Century when America successfully divided North Korea and South Korea, Mainland China and Taiwan, and Vietnam. Despite what US media would have you believe, there is no such thing as a "just government"- each has their own agenda. Do you really think the US would care about the lives of these people were it not for it's own political agenda of exhibiting control in the Middle East? This is just an extension of the spheres of influence deployed in Asia, now applied to the Middle-East-- both times due to economic gain. I definitely think that the US is being opportunistic with this debacle since they know how to play the media. Also, keep in mind that 'normal' Middle-Eastern citizens hate the US, they usually won't be using a service such as Twitter- and that it is the revolutionaries who would see the opportunity for US support who would use this. Therefore, it's with much frustration that so much coverage of the typical Iranian perspective relies on the tweets of this population and that the majority of users naively believe this to be true of the entire nation-state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this might seem anti-American. But as an American citizen who has grown up at international schools around the world with classmates who have now served in the Israeli army, or whose parents are in Palestine-- I've realized that absolute good and absolute evil does not exist; and that when a topic becomes very one-sided, questions need to be raised. If the voices of the people have been manipulated, I sincerely hope justice can be carried out but until then, I urge everyone to question where their sources are from and what their motives are because each side- including the US, has something to gain from this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346946984318671291-3866302887696098523?l=jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/3866302887696098523?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/3866302887696098523?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/2009/06/iran-its-all-about-truth-and-human.html" title="Iran: It's All About Truth and Human Rights" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Sj_ACp4-_tI/AAAAAAAABKk/9LLqP9JXQWw/s72-c/green.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4DRX45eCp7ImA9WxJXFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291.post-2045008677045513912</id><published>2009-06-10T13:24:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:19:34.020-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-10T14:19:34.020-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="LVMH" /><title>So you want to work at LVMH?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Si_te04zfzI/AAAAAAAABHU/zqbL1488MaU/s1600-h/LVMH+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Si_te04zfzI/AAAAAAAABHU/zqbL1488MaU/s400/LVMH+picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345752396560826162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to many publications, LVMH has topped the list of "Dream" Jobs for years, ahead of companies such as Google, Disney, and Apple. Each year, we get countless applications for positions ranging from PR powerhouse to Accounting maven. Having scanned through resumes and sat through interviews with potential candidates, I've compiled a list of tips that will help you impress us should you see us in your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Do Your Research and know who we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidates who apply here should know that LVMH is a luxury goods conglomerate. We're the largest fashion and luxury giant, meaning our holding company is the parent of around 60 sub-companies. It is important to know the relationship and business nature between the parent company and the individual brands that are owned. You should have a good idea of our company size, geographic headquarters, corporate structure, and operational business plans. Know a couple of our subsidiaries besides just Louis Vuitton, Marc Jacobs, and Givenchy. If you want a job at LVMH, know what you want to specialize in but also be aware that it's not a 'fashion' company, it is a luxury goods company meaning there are wines, jewelery, and cosmetics brands as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What not to do- Nothing will eliminate a candidate faster than someone who thinks LVMH is the owner of fashion labels and that our lives revolve around fashion parties, runway shows, and other perks that are seen in The Devil Wears Prada or the countless other junk reality-tv shows. LVMH is a corporate entity and your life will be spent around spreadsheet models instead of top models, your nights will be filled with finishing a pitchbook instead of attending a Donna Karen party, and no one cares how 'fabulous' you are, only how 'fabulous' you are at your desk job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2. Know the qualifications and expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't begin to express my frustration at how many graduating seniors cite a "love of fashion, subscription to Vogue, and frequent trips to the stores" as relevant experience for a corporate position. This makes you a good consumer, but a necessarily good potential employee. Most of our people have had experience working for professional firms. That is: people in finance, have had Investment Banking or Consulting experience from Goldman Sachs/Bain, etc.; people in PR, come from firms such as Ogilvy &amp;amp; Mather; people in accounting, come from top 4 firms such as Pricewaterhouse Coopers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3. Know what we're looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're looking for professional people with a analytical background. Generally the people here are more interested in the financial models, market analysis, and operational viability of the company rather than "which model got the Louis Vuitton campaign" or "Is Marc doing an '80s inspired line for fall?", etc. There is a difference between a 'fan' of fashion, and someone who can make the actual business work. Behind every glossy cover, glitzy show, and star-studded party, is a business operation that calculates the cost, profit, and future opportunities-- this is what LVMH does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;4. Prepare 'fittingly' for an interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people are overwhelmed by our screening and interview process but the truth is, we're just like any other professional company. It's strange that people who would not want to work somewhere "hard" like Goldman Sachs, think that they can cut it here. Again, if that is you- realign expectations/hopes with reality. We're a multi-billion dollar business, we're really not fucking around when it comes to making sure we have the right people- and our noses are trained at this point to sniff out the 'fans' from real talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should prepare for our interview by reading Case in Point- a book for consultants. A lot of the challenges LVMH faces are emerging difficulties that no other company has faced due to our scale and trendsetting operations. You'll be given scenarios such as "This is the financial statement of XYZ, leveraged against an industry average. XYZ is concerned with decreasing profits. How would you solve this?"Even if you want a position in the in-house PR team, your question will still be technical, "A campaign has stirred religious tension in a key demographic, investors are pulling back and stock value is dropping. Create a immediate, short-term, and long-term plan for alleviating these issues, with a projection of costs and market responses."&lt;br /&gt;If you're going about this by memorizing the order of models walking a runway, or the photographers who shot an ad campaign- you're going to sink quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on your position, there will be a phone screening, and 3 rounds of interviews with panels of managers, directors, and execs- before any decision can be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;5. Know the names that matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think that dropping Anna Wintour's name, or Carine Roitfield is going make us take note? Wrong. So many unsuccessful candidates think that recalling a shortlist of photographers who we've hired, or fashion 'elite' will impress us- and yet when we ask them who "Mark Lee" is, they're clueless. Anne Wintour is important to the fashion industry, but LVMH is all about the money. You need to know the movers and shakers making deals happen, and not really the designers, models, photographers, and editors at magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LVMH does not compete for candidates with the likes of Vogue or fashion houses-- most of our successful candidates have competing job offers from McKinsey, Bain, Morgan Stanley, Goldman Sachs, etc. If you want a job where you can share fashion gossip, play around with bags, and fawn at designers-- you're better off working in retail for one of the brands we own rather than at corporate. Really ask yourself: Am I just a big fan of fashion or do I really want a professional business career at a corporation that has a large stake in this market? This is why when people find out what I do and say "You work in fashion?"- I correct them and say "Wrong. I work in finance at a luxury conglomerate".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346946984318671291-2045008677045513912?l=jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/2045008677045513912?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/2045008677045513912?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-you-want-to-work-at-lvmh.html" title="So you want to work at LVMH?" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Si_te04zfzI/AAAAAAAABHU/zqbL1488MaU/s72-c/LVMH+picture.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MCQnwzeip7ImA9WxJTFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291.post-3566494184660465403</id><published>2009-04-22T13:46:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:37:43.282-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-22T14:37:43.282-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title>Marriage Equality: God is not a Scapegoat</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Se9ir9QU2II/AAAAAAAABD0/LWUY0l2IjD8/s1600-h/protest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Se9ir9QU2II/AAAAAAAABD0/LWUY0l2IjD8/s400/protest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327585391519520898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a very conservative small town in Texas of predominantly Christian/Catholic white people. I remember lonely Sunday's where all my friends would be away at Church while I skimmed through the Televangelist broadcasts on TV as I did my weekend homework, I remember in 3rd grade when Anna Graham- my first crush, was told off by our teacher Mrs.Bye for not reciting the Pledge of Allegiance since she was British by citizenship, I also remember how confused I was at not having a religious identity-- and to be honest, there were moments when I was younger that I wanted to fit in and join a Church to know what everyone was going on about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't. The entire concept of Heaven and Hell made no sense to me. How could we have an absolute perfection and an absolute evil place to go? Absolute right and Absolute wrong does not exist. And I'm not sure if the concept of perfection and evil mean the same thing for everyone. I'm also not sure I see the appeal of Eternal existence in Heaven and Hell-- it seems rather lofty of a prospect and shortsighted. We have people saying they don't care to live forever on Earth and yet struggle to get into the good graces of God to make it into eternal acceptance in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a hard time accepting that Jesus was real or rather if he was truly like the person described in the Bible. My simple logic is this, in China, it is possible to trace the bloodline, the burial location, and the ancestors of the great philosopher Confucius- who lived before Jesus. Why is it that the most popular and high profile man in the Western world cannot be PROVEN to have existed? Why don't we know any of his other family and what they did since his death and what relatives he has? Why don't we know anything about his burial place, old artifacts belonging to him or his exact image? Why is it that his story is synonymous with stories from Egypt and Israel about a chosen one visited by three men, who ends up being the Messiah-- stories of which, existed by him? He simply isn't real. And the fact is, if he were real-- he'd most likely be arrested in modern times since he'd be wearing a cloak, look like any other Middle-Eastern, and go about talking about the "next-coming"-- imagine THAT scene at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think it's very self-important to think that we're 'special'- that the afterlife exists for us. After all, religion is primarily defined by the THEORY of what happens AFTER you die. If we all knew EXACTLY what will happen, there wouldn't be a need for religion-- think about it: with all your questions answered, would you need to have a Priest telling you how to go about your day? Here's why I think it's absurd to think something exists out there for us. We're ultimately biological organisms, cellular life forms if you will. We're not exempt from any of nature's laws, we're structurally similar to monkeys, we have the same basic instincts of survival, mating, and desires as other animals. So when a bacteria dies-- is there a bacteria heaven? How about when a fly dies? Does it's 'soul' go to Heaven? How about when your beloved dog dies? Heaven? Is it harder to tell with a dog simply because you love them and want to think they'd go to heaven? Now how about when a human dies? It seems that human heaven is the lie you tell to yourself for comfort, similar to how you convince a child their deceased dog is now in doggy heaven-- we all know, deep down, this is absurd. And when I speak with my friends who are religious and question them-- I always notice that they will create their own theories on why their religion works. All I can say is, when you start supporting a theory with another theory, you're just piling on the bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why it matters to me: my rights are being denied as a result of these beliefs that some people have. I'm fine with people believing whatever they want to, since it is the land of the free-- but it shouldn't have to interfere with my rights. It seems that people against Same-Sex marriage believe it is ungodly and that the Bible is strictly against it. Now- when someone's only answer to an intelligent question is "The Bible says so"-- it greatly bothers me. It's pretty much a way to get out of the conclusion of saying "yeah it's not logical, I just don't like it." The Bible is a 2000 something year old book written by men seeking control of the world through religion. None of the events have been shown to be real, and yet we start wars, we allow prejudice, and we allow discrimination because of it. The irony is- that is the opposite of God's message of love and understanding for ALL his children. The Bible also supports creationism over evolution, and a host of other obsolete ideals that have been proven to be false. And people who say God hates Gay's, also fail to mention he also hates: adulterers, divorcees, shrimp (apparently he's picky), and a slew of other people. And yet with the divorce rate as high as 50%-- I don't see the Church holding protests over people's right to divorces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are some who think being Gay is a choice. Let me just say.. as a minority in more than one respect, this could not be a more ignorant statement. I didn't choose to be the way I am, I know that how I am has essentially made life more difficult for me. But just like my race, this isn't something I can change. I've struggled for years to understand why I am the way I am, but I've come to realize that I'm as dysfunctional and normal as the next person. To be completely honest, while I'm not ashamed of who I am, if I had a choice I wouldn't choose to like someone of the same gender-- I know of the challenges, the fear, and the repercussions. It kills me to read stories about kids who commit suicide because they think they're not worthy of love or that they somehow are less than others because of their sexual orientation. This isn't a choice, no one WANTS to choose the road less traveled. So to be honest, even if God truly does hate fags-- I really can't do anything about it than to hope there is a God who isn't as judgmental and will see me for the good and responsible decisions that I do make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those against same-sex marriage: God is not a scapegoat upon which your inner-prejudice can find a pedestal. People believe different things, people take from the Bible- the lessons they want to take, and people are free to live as they wish. This is not a Christian nation, or a Mormon nation-- yet I would never take away your rights just because I think organized religion is preposterous. What I want is to be your equal in this messed up world. All I'm saying is that in a legal system that is supposed to be inclusive of people from all walks of life, your God should have no say in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Se9jDZbWniI/AAAAAAAABD8/wgqguTV42Ts/s1600-h/6a00d8341c730253ef010535ee7bfe970b-640wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Se9jDZbWniI/AAAAAAAABD8/wgqguTV42Ts/s400/6a00d8341c730253ef010535ee7bfe970b-640wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327585794218958370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346946984318671291-3566494184660465403?l=jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/3566494184660465403?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/3566494184660465403?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/2009/04/marriage-equality-god-is-not-scapegoat.html" title="Marriage Equality: God is not a Scapegoat" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Se9ir9QU2II/AAAAAAAABD0/LWUY0l2IjD8/s72-c/protest.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4HQX8zfCp7ImA9WxVaFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291.post-5247983175280538600</id><published>2009-04-11T00:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:42:10.184-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-11T00:42:10.184-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title>My Pup: Bentley 2.0</title><content type="html">Some astute readers and Twitter followers will note that I got a new puppy. I had a Russell Terrier before but he was too active for my busy lifestyle. It all worked out in the end because I 'traded' him with my mom who wanted a more active dog since our house in Texas has a huge back yard complete with gardens for it to roam and play. In return, I got a 4 month old puppy and I've had him for a while now and am absolutely in love with him. He's so intelligent, trainable, and obedient- so he's perfect for me to bring into the office (where everyone loves him). As I'm typing this, he's sitting quietly by my chair waiting for me to put him in bed. Here's a picture so you all know who I'm talking about on Twitter/this blog, when I talk about my pup/Bentley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SeAfQL0vY7I/AAAAAAAABAQ/037Uw7l6L5s/s1600-h/DSC03535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SeAfQL0vY7I/AAAAAAAABAQ/037Uw7l6L5s/s400/DSC03535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323289122464293810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And yes- I've decided to call him Bentley because all his tags say Bentley already, and I truly like that name for him considering his breed orignated from England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346946984318671291-5247983175280538600?l=jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/5247983175280538600?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/5247983175280538600?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-pup-bentley-20.html" title="My Pup: Bentley 2.0" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SeAfQL0vY7I/AAAAAAAABAQ/037Uw7l6L5s/s72-c/DSC03535.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEGSHc8eSp7ImA9WxVbFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291.post-3472300238311760239</id><published>2009-03-31T03:19:00.027-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T04:20:29.971-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-31T04:20:29.971-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title>Japan Trip: Observations and Photos</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHEriAU5II/AAAAAAAAA3I/H9Z0pU0GaBg/s1600-h/streetview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHEriAU5II/AAAAAAAAA3I/H9Z0pU0GaBg/s400/streetview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319248887042860162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm heading over to the Dubai International Airport as I type this much delayed photoblog on my trip thus far. After Shanghai, I flew to Tokyo where I got to go a lot of places for work and for pleasure. Meeting Japanese clients and business partners was definitely a great experience. I'm appreciative of how hospital and catering they are to my needs and requests. I also got a kick out of meeting people for the first time as the first questions asked were generally "How OLD are you?"- true, you don't really have 20 somethings on the younger side of the scale at my level, but this fascination essentially turned into a compliments as I frequently (thankfully) closed meetings to comments such as "You are an ace! Now we see why they sent you! (The Asians love that word)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo and Shanghai are very similar in some respects: modern cities, very populated, active night life, technology/fashion oriented. In Tokyo, I was especially pleased at the dining options. To be honest, I mostly dined at the nicer places where snapping a picture probably would not have been a good idea nor would it have impressed my dinner companions- however that didn't stop me from going to local markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHHNLDIBiI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/BdLG726VMos/s1600-h/1865177937_48b5ad7278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHHNLDIBiI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/BdLG726VMos/s400/1865177937_48b5ad7278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319251664019392034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHHSmh4R_I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/0XEJffcZ8Rg/s1600-h/1865178561_8a0762d296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHHSmh4R_I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/0XEJffcZ8Rg/s400/1865178561_8a0762d296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319251757295486962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHHexcBEPI/AAAAAAAAA3g/qeo3PL4NvH0/s1600-h/1866008304_083c6214a9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHHexcBEPI/AAAAAAAAA3g/qeo3PL4NvH0/s400/1866008304_083c6214a9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319251966382117106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was taken at a local night market where lots of locals (I presume) went after work to pick up dinner. I loved the atmosphere between the colorful varieties of fresh foods and the busy yet calm foot traffic in front of store windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHIWvsZ0AI/AAAAAAAAA3o/a_JPbn8ZGKE/s1600-h/variety.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHIWvsZ0AI/AAAAAAAAA3o/a_JPbn8ZGKE/s400/variety.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319252927986651138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHIcf55F8I/AAAAAAAAA3w/klwwOBoZ1nQ/s1600-h/variety1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHIcf55F8I/AAAAAAAAA3w/klwwOBoZ1nQ/s400/variety1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319253026827474882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The food there was clean, neatly presented, and fresh! Offerings ranged from sushi/sashimi, to egg nog, to seafood soups, to fried exotic fish, to soba, etc. I had a hard time not picking up a sushi plate to take back to my hotel- though I did take a couple "sample" bites when offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHJs4QJ8WI/AAAAAAAAA34/3BM7PwGwG34/s1600-h/zen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHJs4QJ8WI/AAAAAAAAA34/3BM7PwGwG34/s320/zen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319254407752839522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHJ0Jx6hYI/AAAAAAAAA4A/RcEr07jCcS4/s1600-h/zen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHJ0Jx6hYI/AAAAAAAAA4A/RcEr07jCcS4/s320/zen1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319254532716922242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also took a train ride to a temple where people go to reflect and meditate. It was such a calming place and I enjoyed plowing through the zen sand dunes- though I'm not sure "plowing" qualifies as a 'zen'-like verb. My business investor and I ironically were able to achieve a lot during that trip on the train so not only was it relaxing- but I also got a lot done: two birds with one stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHKs1IR-ZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/nJPmwXxlkNs/s1600-h/divine2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHKs1IR-ZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/nJPmwXxlkNs/s320/divine2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319255506426132882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHKyo6wPWI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/jn940xX0PyQ/s1600-h/divine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHKyo6wPWI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/jn940xX0PyQ/s320/divine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319255606227385698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHK4h9kBoI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/hNUcMoiRv6A/s1600-h/divine3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHK4h9kBoI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/hNUcMoiRv6A/s320/divine3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319255707439335042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I absolutely enjoyed the breathtaking views and felt fortunate to learn about the historical significance of the place. I also loved going to the koi pond- there were lots of fish and they eargerly approached visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHMIFCZROI/AAAAAAAAA4g/f-mWCST9wrY/s1600-h/train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHMIFCZROI/AAAAAAAAA4g/f-mWCST9wrY/s320/train.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319257074064508130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHMMGM-1CI/AAAAAAAAA4o/4SOD8MUIWgU/s1600-h/outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHMMGM-1CI/AAAAAAAAA4o/4SOD8MUIWgU/s320/outside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319257143096824866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that calming excursion out of the city, I ventured back into the heart of the country. One thing I've noticed about Tokyo is the dichotomy between the fast-paced flow of the city, and the zen like calm- and nothing was more clear than walking off the train to the crowded train station and then walking a few blocks out to see men and women reading their newspapers calmly in the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHMujAHj6I/AAAAAAAAA4w/BYu_WNnAnsw/s1600-h/social.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHMujAHj6I/AAAAAAAAA4w/BYu_WNnAnsw/s320/social.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319257734943051682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHM7ACxmMI/AAAAAAAAA44/8G33EMYCqVI/s1600-h/social1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHM7ACxmMI/AAAAAAAAA44/8G33EMYCqVI/s320/social1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319257948897253570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another aspect about the East that endeared me greatly was how social the environment was. Whether it was day or night, crowds could gather, conversations was had, and everything just felt lively no matter what hour it was. The picture on the left was actually taken after I left a meeting that ended at 11PM on a week night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHNtGSFsDI/AAAAAAAAA5I/K1byjoTlX5A/s1600-h/shop1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHNtGSFsDI/AAAAAAAAA5I/K1byjoTlX5A/s320/shop1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319258809565556786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHNppJMcFI/AAAAAAAAA5A/aAUiR8jTdhw/s1600-h/shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHNppJMcFI/AAAAAAAAA5A/aAUiR8jTdhw/s320/shop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319258750204014674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Something else I observed was the focus to architectural development. I'm so impressed by the modern cityscape and how advertising plays a part in it. As you can see, space is limited in this town but there are lots of people, so billboard advertising is used regularly, similar to Manhattan advertising. I appreciate when the ads themselves become a cultural icon so this was definitely a welcomed observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHPG6iPmnI/AAAAAAAAA5g/dm2TrFPw7Co/s1600-h/hotel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHPG6iPmnI/AAAAAAAAA5g/dm2TrFPw7Co/s320/hotel2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319260352600316530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHOqIpDyXI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/wHATjpSvZXM/s1600-h/hotel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHOqIpDyXI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/wHATjpSvZXM/s320/hotel1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319259858170792306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHPSuiesTI/AAAAAAAAA5o/kCgJBTyal-8/s1600-h/hotel3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHPSuiesTI/AAAAAAAAA5o/kCgJBTyal-8/s320/hotel3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319260555538510130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHPWLfm9SI/AAAAAAAAA5w/6K6XH5T1mLI/s1600-h/hotel4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHPWLfm9SI/AAAAAAAAA5w/6K6XH5T1mLI/s320/hotel4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319260614850704674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHOmQBBaEI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/u7Z8MzkXhtg/s1600-h/hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHOmQBBaEI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/u7Z8MzkXhtg/s320/hotel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319259791430871106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was also pleased with my hotel. When I first heard from a coworker to expect Tokyo hotels to be smaller and more cramped (followed by awful youtubed videos of the notorious Japanese vessel-rooms)- I got concerned. Little did I know then that I would end up with a room that was nicely furnished, and ample sized, with spectacular views of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHQz0WZFFI/AAAAAAAAA54/H7A5DtRyRPM/s1600-h/pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHQz0WZFFI/AAAAAAAAA54/H7A5DtRyRPM/s320/pool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319262223545734226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHQ4iOtuHI/AAAAAAAAA6A/zd7LydwGTJ0/s1600-h/1866053450_c1c3452798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHQ4iOtuHI/AAAAAAAAA6A/zd7LydwGTJ0/s320/1866053450_c1c3452798.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319262304581040242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time in Japan was entirely grand. I think it's a fascinating culture and that Tokyo is a bustling, entertaining city. Parts of it feel like a dream, for example the backdrop of the massive skyscraper by the pool, or the many LED monitors around the shopping areas. I feel enriched for having been able to experience this city even with the jam-packed schedule I had and I definitely look forward to my next visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346946984318671291-3472300238311760239?l=jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/3472300238311760239?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/3472300238311760239?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/2009/03/japan-trip-observations-and-photos.html" title="Japan Trip: Observations and Photos" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SdHEriAU5II/AAAAAAAAA3I/H9Z0pU0GaBg/s72-c/streetview.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ANSXc6fyp7ImA9WxVUFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291.post-4904444762725335913</id><published>2009-03-21T03:12:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T03:49:58.917-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-21T03:49:58.917-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title>Hello from Shanghai</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSUI19vyzI/AAAAAAAAAyA/2NBoNvgyBrc/s1600-h/mainpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSUI19vyzI/AAAAAAAAAyA/2NBoNvgyBrc/s400/mainpic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315536339849956146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be in China! There have been so many changes and I'm always so impressed with the infrastructure changes. In a country such as China, I love the dichotomy between the old and the new, and the East and the West. This interweaving of culture is none the more existent than in the historically rich city of Shanghai. On one side of the Huangpu river, is early 1900s European architecture, a reminder of European colonization pre-World War; while the other side is Pudong, a district with modern highrises, and developed urban planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSVQyB7n9I/AAAAAAAAAyI/ATBCBOOZfT4/s1600-h/1865982804_798a787a71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSVQyB7n9I/AAAAAAAAAyI/ATBCBOOZfT4/s400/1865982804_798a787a71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315537575744348114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This side is "old" Shanghai and you can see a lot of the European inspired buildings on the left. Even the streets are reminiscent to that of British roads. Most of the good shopping takes place not far behind those buildings, and most of the historic sites and traditional villas are on this side. Across the river is the developed Pudong district:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSVqhklLTI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/3SCyTpUnieY/s1600-h/newside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSVqhklLTI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/3SCyTpUnieY/s400/newside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315538018002873650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This area is loaded with huge skyscapers, one of the in the background has been featured as one of the tallest buildings in the world by Scientific American magazine. This side is much cleaner and (obviously) modern. Most multinationals are located here. A trip from the 'old' side to the Pudong side, is only a couple of minutes by the regular ferry shuttles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSWpIpBHaI/AAAAAAAAAyY/_7v9WrYNQF0/s1600-h/ferry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSWpIpBHaI/AAAAAAAAAyY/_7v9WrYNQF0/s400/ferry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315539093642354082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is one such ferry. I find it slightly ironic that the ferry is so European in design considering they weren't in service until AFTER China had won it's land back. Oh well- I suppose the styling should count for something. This is just another example of the juxtoposition of old vs. new, west vs. east in the historic/modern city of Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSXzgQ827I/AAAAAAAAAzA/eieUDLTvwTY/s1600-h/shanghai2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSXzgQ827I/AAAAAAAAAzA/eieUDLTvwTY/s200/shanghai2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315540371294182322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSXvmzkAWI/AAAAAAAAAy4/w2j4G2ZZTdk/s1600-h/pudongstreet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSXvmzkAWI/AAAAAAAAAy4/w2j4G2ZZTdk/s200/pudongstreet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315540304330490210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSXsfowUXI/AAAAAAAAAyw/vguh7TSvWIM/s1600-h/shanghai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSXsfowUXI/AAAAAAAAAyw/vguh7TSvWIM/s200/shanghai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315540250866504050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These were taken atop the tallest building in China (?) and you get a good Birdseye view of the city. The middle picture is just an example of how clean the streets are compared to the old part of the city. Also note, while there is some pollution and smog, the majority of the air is humid and cloudy, accounting for why the sky isn't really 'clear'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSYuMhPJNI/AAAAAAAAAzI/UwmeLKjkLPc/s1600-h/fancylounge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSYuMhPJNI/AAAAAAAAAzI/UwmeLKjkLPc/s320/fancylounge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315541379606062290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSY0lBn3EI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/F_MywdTUqik/s1600-h/fishtank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSY0lBn3EI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/F_MywdTUqik/s320/fishtank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315541489263565890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The first night I was there, my business associates took me to this fancy restaurant/lounge at the very top of a skyscraper. The ambience was really nice, though I wasn't having it with the fucking TV in a nice place- completely ruined it for me. I also wasn't a fan of the Purple lights, it made me feel like I was in a sleazy '70s porn video. Though the fish tank next to the window (with a killer view of the city) had a decidedly mafia-esque feel about it- in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSZcw5lgLI/AAAAAAAAAzY/HZlw-RRwId4/s1600-h/street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSZcw5lgLI/AAAAAAAAAzY/HZlw-RRwId4/s400/street.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315542179645849778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am amazed by how alive this city becomes at night! Everyone goes out onto the street, and shops seem to ALWAYS be open (or at least the neon signs are always on). I love the atmosphere of the hustle and bustle. It feels like everyone is just doing their business but not in a impersonal and rushed way, like how Manhattan can get around 8AM on a Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSaAfr7wqI/AAAAAAAAAzg/N5oDp09gwkQ/s1600-h/restaurant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSaAfr7wqI/AAAAAAAAAzg/N5oDp09gwkQ/s320/restaurant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315542793500476066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSaFi6BCEI/AAAAAAAAAzo/_3toYOGzH0o/s1600-h/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSaFi6BCEI/AAAAAAAAAzo/_3toYOGzH0o/s320/food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315542880264194114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On my second night, I went with some work friends to this restaurant where we were treated to HOT Southern China cuisine. I felt like Chef Anthony Bourdain, as I sampled hot stews of pork intestine, and other unmentionables. Everything was so good, and went well with the awesome Chinese beer we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSa8X3rD5I/AAAAAAAAAz4/pYJgxxlzwz4/s1600-h/bestburgers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSa8X3rD5I/AAAAAAAAAz4/pYJgxxlzwz4/s320/bestburgers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315543822194380690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSa4Tqiv5I/AAAAAAAAAzw/PNT_juC8emI/s1600-h/beforemeeting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSa4Tqiv5I/AAAAAAAAAzw/PNT_juC8emI/s320/beforemeeting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315543752346091410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before a meeting at the very tower I had mentioned above, I stopped by a restaurant with British friend who I had known from high school. She took me out for a Chinese version on American fast food, where I ordered a Cheeseburger and Fries with "Apple" tea. The cheeseburger was topped with a special tangy-sweet sauce and it was YUMMY. It definitely took my mind off the meeting I was about to have in the very aspiring building (Jin Mao Tower).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, I will try to keep you all up to date on my travels. Hope you enjoy my photolog! Stay tuned- later today, I will make a VERY big announcement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346946984318671291-4904444762725335913?l=jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/4904444762725335913?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/4904444762725335913?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-from-shanghai.html" title="Hello from Shanghai" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/ScSUI19vyzI/AAAAAAAAAyA/2NBoNvgyBrc/s72-c/mainpic.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcBQHk5cSp7ImA9WxVUE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291.post-7806780950734372634</id><published>2009-03-17T13:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:20:51.729-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-17T14:20:51.729-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="economy" /><title>AIG Outrage- The Blame Game</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.soxfirst.com/imgname--aig_shame_file---50226711--aig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 304px;" src="http://www.soxfirst.com/imgname--aig_shame_file---50226711--aig.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most, if not all my articles deal with some facet of fashion as I work in this industry. My previous job in consulting and investment banking coupled with my background in Business have been largely unmentioned on this blog until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing that AIG, one of the predominant predatory lenders in the credit crunch, paid out bonus' totaling $170 million to top executives in the very unit that caused the downfall of the investment and finance industry- I couldn't be more disappointed. Having worked at one of the top investment banks that even to this day is still intact (narrows your options for those astute readers out there)- I know that Finance is a game and morality oftentimes takes a backseat to immediate profit. Perhaps, it has to do with my background in banking but contrary to popular opinion, I don't believe it is the fault of the investment banks or these lenders that their investments faced high risk and exposure because a system without regulation. In life, we learn that everything needs moderation and structure and in society, we learn that the government is there to provide a sustainable structure-- and this is why I believe ultimately the downfall of the economy lay in the Bush Administration for lax regulations, delayed reaction, and poor decision making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree that the bailout of financial institutions is necessary to withhold the economy since global business is so interconnected, and also because this affects so many people regardless of income level, and socioeconomic demographics. However, the lack of guidelines and policy in delivering such bailouts to companies who have already proved to be poor decision makers at best, corrupt by most standards- is at fault and this is none the clearer in this current news of AIG's payout of $170 in bonus' to executives in their failing unit. The incoming cash flow is therefore nothing but a temporary liquidity for the economy and without policies and regulations set in place for such bailouts, no real economic stimulus or trickling down effect will be felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bush delivered the bailout plan prior to the end of his 8 year-too-long term, I knew we were in trouble. In an attempt to prove that his failed Republican strategy of economics worked, Bush handed out the money without regulation to prove that a system with minimal government intervention will work. Now- using the same bailout package, AIG has spent it internally while homeowners unable to pay their steep loans are trapped and facing foreclosure. As much as the executives at AIG are unscrupulous and frustrating- they have not broken any laws. This is not to say that what they do is not evil by any means, but just that law and morality are seperate and ultimately it is the job of the State to ensure that justice is upheld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.reuters.com/resources/r/?m=02&amp;amp;d=20090302&amp;amp;t=2&amp;amp;i=8463800&amp;amp;w=192&amp;amp;r=2009-03-02T035706Z_01_BTRE5210AZD00_RTROPTP_0_AIG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 156px;" src="http://www.reuters.com/resources/r/?m=02&amp;amp;d=20090302&amp;amp;t=2&amp;amp;i=8463800&amp;amp;w=192&amp;amp;r=2009-03-02T035706Z_01_BTRE5210AZD00_RTROPTP_0_AIG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the government has given AIG $170 Billion in bailout money unconditionally. This is the taxpayers money- the same taxpayers who have been cheated out of their homes and jobs.  Essentially this feels like pouring money onto a sinking ship that refuses to go in for repairs. I don't believe we should give them more 'unconditional' liquidity to use as they please, but I also don't believe they should go unpunished for ultimately rewarding themselves for poor behavoir. If they were to collapse now, financial markets would lose the temporary stability they have struggled to attain in the previous month and who knows what detrimental effects this would have on those suffering the credit crunch. At the same time, I hope they don't use this knowledge to 'extort' more money out of taxpayer pockets. I believe the next steps should be as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Transparency with bailouts so that the public knows and understands the conditions financial institutions must meet when a package is accepted.&lt;br /&gt;- Creating, maintaining, and enforcing regulations. Enough with the 'free market' talk- we all know that no nation-state is "truly" state run and no nation-state is "truly" run by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laissez-faire&lt;/span&gt; system of no government intervention. Why not create regulations that would limit 'questionable' spending?&lt;br /&gt;- Educating the public about financial-responsibility. As much as the financial institutions are getting the blame, the ultimate responsibility lies on those who spend outside of their means, who buy a $2M house without the real income and savings for it, who save for the Louis Vuitton bag while buying diapers for their babies in a ghetto Walgreens back alley, etc. We need to stress the importance of building a credit score- and it amazes me how many 20 year olds have a credit score that is under 700. Without the demand generated by this population, predatory loans would not have been in place.&lt;br /&gt;- Cut off funding to AIG. Make AIG realize that they don't actually hold much real power. In extreme circumstances the State could just opt to spend the stimulus package on the population instead of the ailing businesses who refuse to change their shortsighted financial models. This will make AIG ask for money, and you can bet at this point they will gladly accept and even propose regulations to get buyer confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I apologize for the lack of updates. I've been working and traveling so much lately. I will definitely keep you all posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346946984318671291-7806780950734372634?l=jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/7806780950734372634?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/7806780950734372634?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/2009/03/aig-outrage-who-is-to-blame.html" title="AIG Outrage- The Blame Game" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcMRXwzeCp7ImA9WxVVF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291.post-3535002027790918832</id><published>2009-03-11T05:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T05:34:44.280-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-11T05:34:44.280-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tech" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I Love" /><title>I Love: Palm Pre (on Jimmy Fallon)</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.jimmyfallon.com" ref="tag"&gt;Jimmy Fallon&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com" ref="tag"&gt;Saturday Night Live &lt;/a&gt;recently started his Late Show gig on &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com" ref="tag"&gt;NBC&lt;/a&gt; and had on &lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com" ref="tag"&gt;Engadget&lt;/a&gt; write/editor Joshua Topolsky. I did a double take when Joshua showed off the unreleased &lt;a href="http://www.palmpre.com" ref="tag"&gt;Palm Pre&lt;/a&gt; on the show. I hope Palm paid him big for such a great endorsement. Watch the video below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXvyPXuKFtI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXvyPXuKFtI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this video excite anyone else or am I just a huge nerdlinger?! Also- I absolutely loved the end where Jimmy tries multiple times to give him a high five:unsuccessfully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346946984318671291-3535002027790918832?l=jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/3535002027790918832?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/3535002027790918832?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-palm-pre-on-jimmy-fallon.html" title="I Love: Palm Pre (on Jimmy Fallon)" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEFR34yeCp7ImA9WxVVEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291.post-5724282692220763569</id><published>2009-03-04T00:10:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:03:36.090-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-04T01:03:36.090-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fashion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="economy" /><title>Italian Fashion Houses to receive Bailout</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Sa4WEZKdopI/AAAAAAAAAn0/m5sfg049ndI/s1600-h/milan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Sa4WEZKdopI/AAAAAAAAAn0/m5sfg049ndI/s400/milan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309205275446452882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The topic became the theme of Milan fashion week, as designers struggled to pull together collections that defined their take on the economic recession: some were hopeful, others bleak-- it was clear to see that all were affected. The Italian fashion industry is a vital part of their nation's economy. Many people don't take fashion seriously, but it's a lifeblood and a way of life for many people- or around 100,000 full-time employees in Milan. Some of these companies, such as Gucci, Prada, Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana, Giorgio Armani, and Fendi have such a rich historic and cultural significance not only to their native country but to the world as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Sa4XzXkgPOI/AAAAAAAAAn8/p6ZixRaQ_xU/s1600-h/6a00e54f05e1bb88340105370f16e6970b-700wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Sa4XzXkgPOI/AAAAAAAAAn8/p6ZixRaQ_xU/s400/6a00e54f05e1bb88340105370f16e6970b-700wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309207181984283874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's not let the industry die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that the Italian government has stepped in to do a bailout of the fashion industry. A lot of the work I did in Milan during the past week, was participating at a conference with other financial groups in favor of fashion companies- so I'm very happy those discussions were used constructively. I'm eager to see what Paris Fashion Week holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Sa4ZURlXtYI/AAAAAAAAAoM/yTMj0gCC5AI/s1600-h/8440833410up9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Sa4ZURlXtYI/AAAAAAAAAoM/yTMj0gCC5AI/s400/8440833410up9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309208846824617346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Sa4ZRfCihyI/AAAAAAAAAoE/xvbX_BF-CaA/s1600-h/8440818410sa8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Sa4ZRfCihyI/AAAAAAAAAoE/xvbX_BF-CaA/s400/8440818410sa8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309208798897014562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recession-wear @ Yoghi Yamamoto, Paris Men's Fashion Week earlier this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346946984318671291-5724282692220763569?l=jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/5724282692220763569?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/5724282692220763569?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/2009/03/italian-fashion-houses-to-receive.html" title="Italian Fashion Houses to receive Bailout" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/Sa4WEZKdopI/AAAAAAAAAn0/m5sfg049ndI/s72-c/milan.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AER3c7eCp7ImA9WxVXFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291.post-8060522206518644381</id><published>2009-02-11T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T02:21:46.900-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-13T02:21:46.900-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Paris" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title>Inspired: Paris Apartment</title><content type="html">My life is hectic, unpredictable, and complicated. My home should not be. Decorating a new place has always been an exciting yet daunting task for me. My tastes change, and this makes choosing long-term looks for a residence very difficult. I worked with a designer to focus on aspects I liked: modern, minimalism, airy, intelligent-personality spaces. With those keywords established, we set off to create some very inspired spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SZKQBbtefLI/AAAAAAAAARk/VRdi8v4PZO0/s1600-h/kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SZKQBbtefLI/AAAAAAAAARk/VRdi8v4PZO0/s320/kitchen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301458065661263026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key look centered around: the elements. Stone, wood, metal. For a kitchen, I wanted the most advanced equipment while maintaining an open-light, welcoming space. Woods and the steel provide a clean effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SZKQLkMcADI/AAAAAAAAARs/5c5vtYSTO5I/s1600-h/stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SZKQLkMcADI/AAAAAAAAARs/5c5vtYSTO5I/s320/stairs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301458239737298994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stairs maintained the minimalist theme with lacquered black wood floors and white walls with personality pieces neatly organized along the path. Having lights along the walls were important in giving off a warm glow and would look absolutely radiant at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SZUfHB5RpjI/AAAAAAAAAT8/dkq3QWTMOpY/s1600-h/agatesroad11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SZUfHB5RpjI/AAAAAAAAAT8/dkq3QWTMOpY/s320/agatesroad11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302178341926839858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The grand stairs needed to be airy and I loved the detached single wood steps- similarly lacquered black wood. It gives a great view of the downstairs and the paintings add a dab of color and character to the juxtaposition of white and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SZKQqbkW0uI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qxo6_0e0Pd0/s1600-h/tub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SZKQqbkW0uI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qxo6_0e0Pd0/s320/tub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301458769997648610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris does not have 'normal' showers/bathtubs like America, which gave the perfect opportunity to truly try out something new and quirky, while at once zen-like and modern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SZKQ-RfduhI/AAAAAAAAAR8/zeyHgst8i_8/s1600-h/sink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SZKQ-RfduhI/AAAAAAAAAR8/zeyHgst8i_8/s320/sink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301459110890158610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing the theme of minimalist, zen-like decor: white marble, dark wood cabinets, upgraded sinks, with an Orchid for detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SZUdzYa35_I/AAAAAAAAAT0/DRhmNkjMzkU/s1600-h/agatesroad8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SZUdzYa35_I/AAAAAAAAAT0/DRhmNkjMzkU/s320/agatesroad8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302176904864327666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The closet needed to be open and display my clothing in the best way possible. Granted I haven't filled the closet yet (still have lots of clothes back in New York) but space was definitely a plus so I knew I could work with it. Adequate lighting on the shelves and bench were added touches that provided functionality and a more comfortable experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SZKRY5KFkDI/AAAAAAAAASE/pqExkvbLBLE/s1600-h/bedroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SZKRY5KFkDI/AAAAAAAAASE/pqExkvbLBLE/s320/bedroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301459568214511666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedrooms are always difficult with me. Sadly, I have not found a look that will work at the moment. Can anyone offer ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346946984318671291-8060522206518644381?l=jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/8060522206518644381?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/8060522206518644381?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/2009/02/inspired-paris-apartment.html" title="Inspired: Paris Apartment" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SZKQBbtefLI/AAAAAAAAARk/VRdi8v4PZO0/s72-c/kitchen.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAAQHo_fSp7ImA9WxRaFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346946984318671291.post-5016934144876051653</id><published>2008-12-17T03:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T05:12:21.445-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-17T05:12:21.445-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fashion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="LVMH" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Paris" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new york city" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="economy" /><title>New York, New York</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.gtanet.com/images/3390_gta_iv_new_york_city_times_square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 655px; height: 376px;" src="http://media.gtanet.com/images/3390_gta_iv_new_york_city_times_square.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent all night packing my belongings in my apartment. I can't help but look around at my dream apartment that I've barely lived in and think about all the memories that could have been made here. What used to be a full double-leveled closet with drawers full of clothes, ties, watches, belts, wallets, and sunglasses are now disheveled or empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate moving. I moved around a lot while I was growing up, eventually I transferred the painful memories of leaving friends behind with the tedious task of packing. Each scarf, sweater, sock, and towel I cram into my suitcase reminds me of another time and occasion where I last wore the item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This move might be the hardest of all. I will no longer be a New Yorker. No longer a citizen in the city at the center of the universe that has rewarded me each time I explored new streets, stopped by new stores, wandered aimlessly. I am moving to Paris- The City of Love, Capital of the Fashion World. I should be happy to move there for work, but I'm not. My heart is in New York as it has been for a while now. Theres something about the city lights at night and the mix of timeless architecture and modern-legendary skyscrapers intertwined during the day that moves and inspires me. And now, I will no longer see the Apple-store near the Guggenheim, or go on dates at Masa, or order sushi from the place in the lobby of our office at 8pm. The truth is, I love this city- so much. I love the disorder, the old-society, the new-wave, the culture, the anti-culture, I love the complexity and the personality that this city offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/00/1d/3d/32/new-york-city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 354px;" src="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/00/1d/3d/32/new-york-city.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember when I was a junior in college after I had just received my first invitation to final rounds with an investment bank in Manhattan. I was at once nervous, intimidated, excited, and hopeful. New York City is the stuff of legends, the investment bankers, movie stars, real estate tycoons, surgeons, fashionistas, socialites who move and shake the world wander the streets (sometimes in their impeccable Tom Ford tux's, sometimes in their chauffer driven Maybachs) amongst the masses. It gave me the feeling that you really need to be "someone" to survive in this town. I remembered, being so curious to see which stereotypes of i-bankers were true (as depicted in American Psycho and Wall Street), and taking a picture next to the famed Wall St. sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bigapple212.com/images/new_york_wall_street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 455px; height: 303px;" src="http://www.bigapple212.com/images/new_york_wall_street.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rush one gets from walking through the offices of the Goldman/Morgan's of the ibanks is unparalleled with any other feeling. I at once could feel the history (at least since the 1980's) and the modernity of the priviledged white boys club with a hint of affirmative action in place. After the first of my final round of interviews, I remembered being so excited at how it went that I immediately sought out Bergdorf Goodman. Of course, I got lost along the way and discovered a great Thai take out place, the contents of which, I enjoyed by myself in Central Park as I tried to guess what occupation people held as they walked/jogged in front of me. After my meal, I eventually found my way inside Bergdorf Goodman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/20/Bergdorf_Goodman.jpg/800px-Bergdorf_Goodman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/20/Bergdorf_Goodman.jpg/800px-Bergdorf_Goodman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though the street outside was busy with shoppers and what I guess were busy bankers running back to work from a late lunch, the inside was quiet and isolated- as though shielding you from the wildness and intensity of the city. It was the City where dreams are made, in the store where your wildest most opulent dreams are materialized, that I bought my first ever piece of high-end couture clothing: a pair of Ferragamo shoes. They had been marked down from $570 to 'only' $380- which then seemed exorbitant to me. I looked at the fine stitch work, felt the leather, and realized that for my future banker-self, I would have to have a pair. I charged my credit card, knowing that within days my parents would call, inquiring what I could have possibly bought at Bergdorf Goodman that was reasonably priced. This event marked the beginning of my continued goal of intertwining my professional objectives in finance with my love of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Paris will always be the Capital of the Fashion World, New York will go down in my book as the place it all started for me. I will truly miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.e-architect.co.uk/new%20york/jpgs/new_york_louis_vuitton_amcrmar07_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.e-architect.co.uk/new%20york/jpgs/new_york_louis_vuitton_amcrmar07_08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346946984318671291-5016934144876051653?l=jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/5016934144876051653?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346946984318671291/posts/default/5016934144876051653?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jaggedlittlethrills.blogspot.com/2008/12/city-of-life-to-city-of-love.html" title="New York, New York" /><author><name>Edo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08588079519883729830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9LlGeFzndU/SbTLFZJjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S3b3maiBPLI/S220/l_1e50e6614c1de94501047c8010c4279a.jpg" /></author></entry></feed>

